Chapter Nineteen: Trouble's A Brewin'

Rosalie scowled at the comment about her so called 'bland' pussy. "My pussy is fantastic, thanks," she snapped. "But then, you already know that since you were the last man I slept with-or was it Olivier who slept with me?" she let her scowl turn into a smirk, knowing that she had him where she wanted it.

Aiden rolled his eyes and scoffed. "If I did remember sleeping with you, I'd remember how bland it was. But then...I don't remember us being in bed, so it must've been bland AF."

Her mouth dropped, but then Lily's annoying voice rose in her mind, reminding her about her surgery scar she had on her hip, and how Aiden was the last man, other than Olivier, to see it. Coming close to him, she stood on her tippy-toes so she could be close to his ear. "I know you know about my scar," she whispered, making his eyes widen a bit. "You know...the secret one on my hip? That so called 'bland pussy' you don't remember? Olivier plays with it with his tongue...and it's the best damn feeling in the world. It makes me cum quicker."

Pulling back, Rosalie watched with satisfaction when she saw Aiden's cheeks turn pink with embarrassment as she turned around and left. She thought she left them behind, mouths dropped after what she just said, even if it was a fib. But with the click of heels behind her, she sighed and stopped, turning around to face Chrysèlie once she touched her arm.

"What the hell do you want?" Rosalie snapped as she whipped around to face her.

The blonde smiled sadly as she looked down a bit. "I'm sorry for what I did to Olivier," she said softly. "Revealing his secret to the world. I just...I just wanted revenge."

That made Rosalie snort. "Honestly, I ought to thank you," she said with a smile of her own. "Because when he comes home, we get to fuck all night long. And you're right about one thing,"

Chrysèlie raised her head, confused. "What?"

"He's damned good in bed-really good." she told her with a grin as she left Banshee.

***

"Olivier's the new Viscount of Wolverton?!" Genevieve exclaimed that morning when she, Rosalie and Astrid met up for their normal brunch at the Atlanta Breakfast Club. Rosalie had just recounted what happened that weekend, and both women were shocked. When she brought up Maria, both women were shocked as well. "When..wha...when did you find out?!"

"I got a special delivery from the bitch herself," Rosalie grumbled. "It was on the cover."

"Damn," Genevieve shook her head, grabbing her orange juice. Then a thought crossed her mind..." Marie didn't poisoned the drinks, did she? Blink twice if she did."

Rosalie and Astrid laughed. "No, she didn't poison the drinks. I think Maria was truly scared of her husband, and what he was capable of. I have a feeling she wants to divorce him soon. She wanted a way out, so I told her I'm going to help her, as much as I can."

"That's good." Astrid agreed, taking a sip of her coffee. "I'm glad you're helping her out. She's been looking quite terrible each time I see her at the Junior League meetings, so maybe this can help her get out of whatever's going on at home."

"Yeah," Genevieve agreed, "but enough about Maria. What about Olivier?' she asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

Rosalie grinned, setting her coffee down. "Oh I have plans for him. So we're gonna have a really good night when he comes back." she answers.

Both Astrid and Genevieve gave each other a knowing look, and then everyone in the restaurant turned to look at them when all three busted out laughing. "So are y'all coming to my family's charity fundraiser dinner next month?' she asked. Astrid's family. The Buchanans were old money in Atlanta, and they had a foundation they have for children called the Buchanan Foundation for Children, a non profit organization that Astrid was the Chairman of, along with her cousin and the rest of her family.

"Of course we're coming," Rosalie promised. 'We'll have to drag our men there, but we'll be there." Genevieve nodded, agreeing with her.

"Even if I have to go all the way to Boston to drag Rae down here." Genevieve said with a laugh as Astrid took a breath of relief, laughing along with her friends before a voice pipped up behind her.

"What foundation event again?"

All three looked up to see Scarlett Harvey standing behind Astrid, her bag resting on her arm. All three shut up then, because they really didn't want Scarlett anywhere near the event, if they can help it. Scarlett notices the silence, and asks again. Genevieve took a deep breath before she answered. "It's for my friend's foundation-and you're not invited. So fuck off."

A snort escaped Scarlett's mouth. "Oh sweetie-I am invited. I'm going with Lily, and we're never taken off the list."

Astrid took a deep breath. "I didn't invite Lily." she said, making the blonde snort.

"Yes you did-she showed me the invite, so we're coming. Though...I hope we're not stopped at the door when we get there.' Scarlett mumbled, shaking her head. That made both Rosalie and Genevieve choke on their food, and it also made Genevieve laugh.

"I'm sorry, but where are your crowns?" Astrid asked calmly. "I don't remember the Governor giving out crowns to republicans that are destroying the state right now. Unless your husband found a way to that..."

Scarlett's mouth dropped, and she turned around and left, making all of them laugh again.

"Now that she's gone," Astrid said with a sigh, and the three leaned forward again. "Think we need to go shopping for the event so she can look our best?"

"I know the perfect place," Genevieve said. "Remember my friend who moved up here from New York? She had a dress shop up here that we can go to that would make us look fabulous."

"That sounds perfect," Rosalie agreed. "But I have to make a stop at Agent Provocateur for Olivier's surprise." she said, making the girls laugh as they paid for their brunch and left to do what they had to do that day.

***

Olivier was glad that his disastrous weekend was over. He drove up his apartment building and handed over his keys to the valet and went upstairs. He needed a drink, and fast, before his phone beeped with a text message from Rosalie. Pressing the up button on the elevator, he looked at the text-and grinned when he saw the picture of her in the most sexiest lingerie she'd ever put on, and the text said, Red or black?

I'll take nothing and have you naked, he texted back as he got in the elevator and went up to his level. Is that for me, Mäi Schatz?

Maybe, she texted back before the elevator dinged once it reached his floor. Olivier walked out, dick hard as he saw the next photo of her in another set of lingerie, making him feel much better while fishing out the keys to his apartment. Once he opened the door and texted back, keep temping me, and I might drive over your house and fuck you once I get there, he threw his keys on the front door table-and stopped when he saw Decker in his kitchen, eating a bowl of cereal-his cereal, by the way.

"Why are you in my house?" he asked, going to the living room and putting his things down. 'And why are you eating my cereal?"

"Maria secretly filed for divorce and is now in LA with Isabelle." Decker answered, avoiding both questions. "Isabelle told me once she got there, after having talked with Rosalie, and as far as I know, Taylor's pissed."

"You're still talking to an eighteen year old girl?" Olivier deadpanned at his friend.

"You're still banging my sister?' Decker deadpanned back. "Anyway, the divorce threw Taylor off, and now he's on the warpath to make you and my sister miserable, all because Maria talked to Rosalie in secret." Decker sighed as he took a bite of his cereal. "Rumor has it he wants the Belvedere."

"Why the hell does he want my casino? So he can run it to the ground like he does all his business ventures?" Olivier had heard through the grapevine that Taylor Drake, along with being a slimy lawyer, was also a very terrible businessman-worse than Donald Trump. Every business that he'd ever had ran to the ground, and everyone that ever did business with him had sued him for basically everything he's got, and he's trying to win them all.

Decker shrugged before Olivier's phone began to ring. "If it's my sister.." he groaned, as he grabbed his phone from his back pocket and looked at the small screen. 'Barrow County Police' flashed on the screen, and it worried Olivier as he picked up.

"Bonjour?"

"Is this Olivier Barthel?"

"Who's callin'?"

"Detective Michael Dexter, from the Barrow County Police. I know it's out of my jurisdiction, but I need to see both you and Lady Rosalie immediately."

This surprised him. "Are we in trouble, Detective?" he asked curiously. If this gets out, that he and Rosalie went to the APD...tongues would be wagging like hell, and Lily wouldn't stop until she gets her hands on the full scoop, no matter how any people she had to bribe.

"No, actually. There's been a murder down here like it was at the ball, and I need the two of you to come in...it has the same MO as the maid." Detective Dexter explained with a sigh. "Can you come down?"

Olivier looked over at Decker, who looked so confused. "I can make it down there, and being Rosalie with me." He told him. "See you soon?"

"See you soon. And I'm sorry about this."

"Sorry, Detective?"

"The person that was killed...was Maria Drake." 

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